This morning's breakfast conversation went like this:
Me: Do you want cereal, PB&J sandwich or cinnamon toast?
Max and Amelia: Waffles!
Me: We don't have any syrup for waffles. Do you want cereal, PB&J sandwich or cinnamon toast?
Amelia: Cinnamon Toast.
Max: PB&J Sandwich. No, I'll have cinnamon toast, too.
Me: I did not know you liked cinnamon toast.
Max: Well, today I think I do.
Me: Max, what do you want to drink, tea or milk?
Max: Milk.
Me: Really, I didn't think you liked milk.
(I am thinking to myself, do I even know my son. What is this? Everything he use to not like now he likes.)
So I fix him a glass of milk to go with his cinnamon toast. I go to the oven to watch the toast and he picks up the glass to get a drink.
Max: Why did you give me milk? You know I don't like milk!
Me: I asked you if you wanted milk and you said you did.
Max: No I didn't!
Amelia: Yes you did! She asked you and you said yes!
Me: You make me think I am going crazy!
Max: You are going crazy!
Amelia: Well, she is a woman!
Yes, I am a woman and some days I think the van will pull up at any time to cart me off to Loonyville!
Have a great day!
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